Was packing for UVA and realised I have a slight obsession with gingham/check/plaid shirts (Taken with Instagram)
Kind of geeky, but I would rock it. Prob with my short mtn. khakis or red linen shorts and desert boots. And really, I am a medievalist so I might as well accept my inner geek. Get it here
Five of my favorite summer pieces for this season. Note, while I love J Crew, it’s sometimes a bit pricey for my likes. I would like to highlight the above choices: shirts and shorts from Target and watches from Walmart. Boots were from Macsamillion in Oxford- and a gift from one of Oxford’s true treasures and an amazing friend- but were still cheap (~20 GBP). Shorts were $20 in store, shirt was $9, watch was $20 on after Christmas sale. Total: $69, or a pair of name brand shorts. Be thrifty kids.
BOW TIES <3
This is, perhaps, my favorite bowtie. I am wearing it right now.
My love for the Bow Tie is no secret. Consider this a celebration of the apogee of neckware.
Further proof of my thesis regarding the essential resonance between traditional southern living and middle class English life. And some very nice boots/guns. If anyone ever had a spare $100,000 and got me a Holland and Holland over/under I would not be disappointed.
my good friend Grant stuck me on the Culture Keeper again. His blog is worth checking out.
From ten regarding men’s neckwear rules to live (or die) by Drakes of London.
We all like presents. I love giving and receiving gifts. The other day I was reminded of one of the nicest presents I have received in a while: a bow tie from Hermes. It was not a memorable gift because it was from Hermes- even though it is likely to be the only thing I ever own from that venerable establishment- but, rather, because of the giver. I moved to Wadham in January 2010 when I was appointed as a Sub Dean. As part of my job I received partial SCR membership and occasional lunch rights. I distinctly remember quaking in my boots the first time I went to SCR lunch. Not because the Wadham Fellows are notoriously mean, closed, or tradition bound- happily the opposite in fact- but simply because I was a) a grad student and b) a Yank. I lived in utter terror of cutting the cheese in the wrong manner and being forever scorned as an uncouth American. Luckily for me, one of the tone setters of Wadham’s SCR happens to be among the kindest men on planet earth. In hindsight, it was probably painfully obvious I didn’t know anyone as it’s hard to hide when you are a 6-4 bearded American in a room of Oxford dons. Nevertheless, he dragged me from the end of the table into the thick of the conversation and generally ensured that I always felt welcome and was introduced to people and so on and so on. Switching gears, I wear neckties a lot. Basically, I find it much easier to be productive during the day when wearing a tie. It makes me feel grown up I guess. Moreover I have a predilection for bowties for many reasons, reasons I lack the space to delve into at this time. Remember, I am a rather noticeable person being large, American, and at the time quite beardy. Anyhow, friends recognized my affection for the bowtie and commented on it. It became a sort of college joke. One day I arrived at my pidge to be greeted by parcel of an unmistakable shade of orange. Attached was a note that said something to the effect of: ‘This was a gift to me, but I don’t wear bowties but you do. I thought you might enjoy it.’ Needless to say I was moved. I will not lie, it is a stylish piece of neckwear and I appreciate it as such. However, much like my boots, the physical act of donning and wearing it never fails to remind me of treasured memories. Especially at a phase in my life when I am again feeling insecure and venturing out into new, at times scary, environments. My friend’s real gift was friendship, as I warmly remembered when we bumped into each other yesterday as I was wearing the said bowtie and had a quick but encouraging chat.
The good times roll again in Oxford next week. Watch out kidz. Medieval Lit grad students on the loose. Things are about to get real. In a Chaucerian sense. From a great night at The Bear back in the good old, pre-breaking of the Lexington Fellowship/we all still lived in Oxford and had money/time to kick back and relax. Those were good days.
I feel kind of invasive for taking this picture of someone I don’t know, but really I just wanted the street in the snow and didn’t realize the person in it until I was processing the pix, then I kind of liked it. Like street fashion but actually for real not posed. Anyhow, Oxford is all grey again, bye bye snow. But at least we can remember that for a day or so it was pretty.
Hey guys. My good friend Jonathan Grant (whose blog/tumblr you should all follow) had me write a guest post for his blog. It is a bit more introspective than most stuff I put here, but you all might find it interesting.
I rarely post ‘style’ things as I find looking/blogging about expensive stuff really just makes a man dissatisfied with the goodness he already has, BUT, these are amazing. I would never pay this much for lounge pants, but still, it make me happy to know they exist.
Anonymous asked: You are the reason people have fantasies about librarians while spending inordinate amounts of time in the stacks.
If a person is stuck in the stacks fantasizing about librarians, I’m assuming it’s because they can’t find their book and need help real...
It takes an ocean not to break.
“Poetry must resemble prose, and both must accept the vocabulary of their time.”— William Butler Yeats on modern poetry in a rare 1936 BBC recording.